The next moments were as a blur, cloudy and dreamlike in comparison to the brutality of the last two days. Moments that oddly held the very least amount of self-control, in spite of all that he'd done and all that had happened in the hours prior. He'd succumbed to that weakness, and Tseng would find the mage utterly pliable, not even the faintest hint of resistance or fight as the other man gathered him up to be stripped and cleaned.

To be bare was a relief in and of itself, he found, the collar not even acknowledged as existing anymore. Through half-lidded and hazy eyes he watched Tseng kneel to remove the boots and stockings, his eyes closing gently as the other man's hands worked over sore skin and bunched, tight muscles. As whatever remaining tension drained out of him, he was all but as a doll, complacent and willing to move and assume whatever position he was coaxed into. Even as Tseng's hands found his ass to spread it apart, there'd be no argument. What he expected personally he really didn't know, but even if it had come to being taken in the bath he wouldn't have resisted.

Perhaps tomorrow, X'rhun's strength would return. Though in what capacity, and how much of that former fight would return with it, was unknown. What was clear enough for the moment however, was that he didn't even tense as Tseng pulled him in close. One ice blue eye would crack open for a moment as a kiss was placed to his neck, above the collar that now may as well have become a physical part of him, for all that he expected it to be removed. For as uncomfortably comfortable that he'd now become with it.

Sleep would claim him not long after that final comment given, so easily slipping away into slumber wrapped in the arms of the Emperor.